Preface: This is a piece I wrote this semester that I thought was really funny. You might hate it -- I don't care, I'll still think it's funny. by Scout Petersen During my first-period physics class at Westside High School, my nostrils started to tingle. I made a few clockwise circles with my nose, hoping … Continue reading A Sticky Situation
Yuge shout-out to Girl Defined Ministries for sponsoring this blog post. Mr. Snapchat You're making small talk at a bar with a dark-haired hottie. He's been dazzling you with witty conversation for the last 15 minutes and hasn't roasted you for your liberal arts degree. As he pulls out his phone, you're thinking about how … Continue reading The 5 Guys You Shouldn’t Date, Court, or Marry
Last spring I was enrolled in a fiction writing course where I was prompted to write two short stories. Having never actually succeeded in finishing a story, literally ever, I had my doubts. Come to find out, I'm not half bad. More importantly, I really enjoyed it. Once I had the stomach to share these … Continue reading The poetry I wrote this semester (for class)
If there’s one memory in my life I’ll never forget, it’s trapping a cat-sized blackbird in a plastic storage bin. When someone says they’ve been to Australia, you wouldn’t expect them to talk so intently about the birds. “How were the people?” someone might ask, not “what were the birds like?” Even my strangest of … Continue reading The birds in Australia can sense your fear
Under one elbow is my plush cat-shaped pillow pet, and the other, my Vera Bradley bag stuffed with tights, tacky group t-shirts, and enough hairspray to stiffen a small village. I've been excused from the rest of my Friday classes so that I, along with 49 other tween-agers, can embark on a coach bus journey … Continue reading MTV True Life: I was in a show choir cult
One minute I'm peacefully dreaming of beaches with sand made of Funyuns, and the next I'm being violently shoved awake by the touching down of plane wheels on a salted Nebraskan runway. My neck does this thing where it lunges forward and I release a small snort, but as soon as I realize what I've … Continue reading going home for the holidays
After traveling on my own, I’ve learned that hotels actually blow chunks and hostels are where it’s at. That extra “s” is life changing. If you’d classify your lifestyle as hoity-toity, I would not advise you to stay in a hostel. They will not meet your needs, but they sure as hell exceed mine.